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  • Writer's pictureJoseph Hayden


My love life as of late is virtually inexistent,

I take that back, the closest my love life comes to existing is virtually.

Not via Tinder, no I deleted Tinder a while ago.

My love life lives in my browser history , which I choose not to delete because I have no one to hide it from, and quite frankly I find the algorithm rather convenient.

It’s been a long time since someone has gravitated into my orbit, the lengths of time I spend alone are somewhat concerning.

Don’t get me wrong, I love time to myself and I’m sure there are a lot of people who would love a little time to themselves , but it’s been so long that I can’t remember how having someone around feels.

I think I might want that again.

Leaving the country means that probably isn’t going to happen anytime soon though,

Long distance isn’t something I’m willing to entertain and the idea of short term fun just sounds seedy, or maybe that’s just the pessimist in me.

The trouble is my day to day life consists of construction sites, long walks in the middle of nowhere and reading books at home.

None of these are great places to meet girls.

Especially construction sites.

I’m a firm believer that one should not bother that cute girl on site just trying to do her job, however... there was a girl that had me second guessing myself.

It’s the second time I’ve seen her around, we’ve had a little shorthand and I really wanted to say something today but I just couldn’t bring myself to make an introduction.

I’ve been kicking myself all afternoon, because I think maybe , just maybe I stood by this belief as a way to mask my cowardice.

I mean, the worst thing she can say is eww.

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